I use to wonder why old people don’t drive faster. They have very little time left; why not drive their age… If you’re 89, why aren’t you driving 89 miles an hour?!
I had approximately 6 speeding tickets a year before my oldest was born.
Three kids later, I’m the old lady screaming, “SLOW DOWN, PAL! The speed limit is 45!”
Perhaps it is a natural side effect of having children that fearless becomes defensive, and impulsive becomes deliberate. I use to eat sushi from the glove compartment on a long road trip. I now question bread AT the grocery store. I once hitch hiked my way home. Today, I have anxiety over taxi rides. Who vetted this person?
At 17, I joined the Army, thought $18 in my bank account was fine, jumped off the barn roof (repeatedly) for fun, and pierced a body part on an impromptu day trip to the beach.
I was fearless.
At 24, I had a daughter. She was immediately the most important thing I could have imagined in my life. I went from testing how far below the E on the gas tank I could go, to filling up at a quarter tank. That piercing is gone, and I have a dependable husband who has taught me how to have more than a little in the bank account for rainy days. His life tips have included: order individual items off the $1 menu to make a $3 meal or drink free water for a $2 meal, drive a paid for car as long as possible, question every purchase and wait a few days before committing, and never shop without a list. Don’t we sound wild? What’s wild is having the privilege to raise three beautiful girls. We are the examples they learn from.
With any luck, they’ll test a few limits, and eventually yell at the neighbor kid to slow down and get off their lawn.